Icy Chaos currents, like cold steel needles, densely pierced the entire Void Chess Platform. The spatial ripples stirred by the Chaos powerhouse's earlier move had yet to settle when the floating fragments of ancient stars around them began to shatter one after another. Fine stardust turned into glowing white specks that were swallowed cleanly by the Grey-Black Mist spreading in every direction. Lin Chen stood at the edge of a ruined stone platform, the golden light of the Fate-Defying Ancestral Seal winding around his fingertips flickering brightly and dimly. The spiritual energy circulating within him was disrupted by the laws of Chaos, its flow more than half impeded. Even breathing required effort to withstand the omnipresent pressure of Chaos.
Ever since the lid of the ancient coffin had slowly lifted open by a crack in Chapter Sixty, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes through the gap, the situation within this Chessboard Secret Realm, sealed by Chaos Power, had been utterly overturned. The various Outer Realm fiends and reclusive old monsters who had once hidden in spatial cracks and only dared to watch from the shadows could no longer restrain their greed. Taking advantage of the spatial fissures torn open by Chaos's move, they poured endlessly into this world shrouded by the chessboard. The once clearly divided boundaries between the black and white chess paths had been stained by spreading black mist. Black pieces frantically devoured white squares, and within moments, nearly thirty percent of the white side's territory had fallen.
Lin Chen lowered his gaze toward the Ancestral Seal patterns floating above his palm. The golden imprint, once warm and profound, was now wrapped at its edges by a faint trace of dark-purple Chaos energy. Its patterns trembled without cease, as though they had encountered a terrifying force that shared